Lin Fengmian walked to the nearest stone platform and lifted up the white cloth. What came into view was a hideous-looking, rotting corpse.
His expression did not change. He was used to seeing corpses in the Hehuan Sect. He had seen corpses more ferocious than this, but the smell was indeed a bit overwhelming.
Although there were ice cubes, since it was July, the corpse still smelled extremely bad.
He looked carefully at the corpses one by one and found that these corpses were of both men and women, old and young, but they had one common characteristic.
There were bite marks on the neck of the corpse. Although most of the blood was sucked, it did not dry up, which is why it rotted.
At this time Wen Qinlin and Zhao Yazi also came in and watched him carefully inspect the corpses.
Zhao Yazi glanced at him in surprise. She didn't expect that this guy could look at these corpses without changing his expression.
What has this guy been doing in the past three years since he was out?
Lin Fengmian glanced at Wen Qinlin and said, "Brother Wen, can you find anything?"
"There is demonic energy on these corpses, but it's very light. The bite marks don't look like those from a fox demon." Wen Qinlin frowned.
Lin Fengmian also nodded in agreement: "I also think these bite marks don't look like bites from monsters. They are too shallow. These fangs look like they have just grown out."
"It was done by the demon cultivator!"
A hoarse voice came, but it was the old man next to Qin Haoxuan who came in at some point.
Wen Qinlin frowned and said, "Fellow Taoist, are you sure?"
The old man nodded and said: "That's right. This bite mark was left by a demon cultivator. If you are a demon clan, you won't look down on these mortals."
"This person must have been cultivating demons for a short time. He couldn't control his murderous intention, so he killed a mortal."
He opened the corpse at the beginning and said without changing his expression: "Look at the person he killed at the beginning. They all had scars. He should have been panicked. There was vomit on this person."
Lin Fengmian was confused when he heard this and frowned: "What is a demon cultivator?"
Wen Qinlin explained: "It is the human race that swallows the demon race's inner elixir, turns to the demon race's skills, and becomes neither human nor demon."
Lin Fengmian suddenly understood, looked at the old man and asked, "I wonder if senior can find that demon cultivator?"
The old man shook his head helplessly and said: "This demon cultivator has obviously been able to control his desire to kill and has hidden it. It would be easier to find it if there are relevant magic weapons."
Lin Fengmian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He also walked to the first few corpses and looked at them carefully.
After all, the demon cultivator left the most traces on these corpses. He suddenly found an abnormal red spot on the right face of one of the corpses.
He touched it and found that it was a layer of pink grease. He put it to his nose and smelled it. It actually had a scent.
This aroma is very familiar, but I can’t think of where I’ve smelled it before.
Lin Fengmian lay down and smelled the heads of several corpses, and found a special aroma mixed with the corpse odor.
Zhao Yazi's face changed slightly when she saw this, and she cursed: "Lin Fengmian, are you disgusting? You can smell dead bodies!"
Lin Fengmian was speechless and was about to ask Wen Qinlin for help. Who knew that she couldn't stand it as soon as she got close to her, so he had to give up.
Due to the overwhelming stench inside, several people came out without staying too long.
Outside, Qin Haoxuan's face was still a little pale, and the ungrateful smile was no longer visible on his face.
Lin Fengmian washed his hands with a ladle of water from the water tank next to him, and said with a smile on his face: "Why is Mr. Qin so seriously ill?"
Qin Haoxuan said feebly: "My master is just ill..."
Lin Fengmian laughed and said, "Is Mr. Qin having his period?"
"you!"
Qin Haoxuan wished he could beat him. Seeing the disdainful looks in his eyes, he felt so angry that his chest hurt and he walked away.
Mr. Xie and others followed, and the loser next to him asked: "Sir, what should we do? Are we going to investigate the case?"
"We have a demon detection stone in hand. We will definitely find the demon cultivator faster than Lin Fengmian. Then the young master will be able to let out a bad breath."
Qin Haoxuan slapped him on the head and said angrily: "Check, check your head, is this your home?"
The bitch was a little dazed after being beaten, but he still smiled and said, "No, no, no!"
Qin Hao
"You go and find someone to set the pace. Just say that Lin Fengmian got angry and ran away from Master Huang Long, which led to the murder. I'll see how he ends up."
The bitch's eyes lit up and he quickly praised, "What a wonderful move, Master!"
Qin Haoxuan smiled and said: "If you let people watch Lin Fengmian's every move again, report to me in time."
"Also, we have a demon-detecting stone in hand. Don't reveal it, otherwise...!"
The dog-legged man nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Master."
Mr. Xie saw Qin Haoxuan's actions, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
This guy looks smart, but in fact he is a petty person and can hardly achieve great things.
Qin Haoxuan was angry, and Lin Fengmian couldn't find any clues except the special fragrance.
He searched for witnesses of the corpses in the city to see if he could find any clues.
Zhao Yazi led a few people around the city with an unkind expression, making many sarcastic comments on the way.
Several people asked all the way but got nothing. They happened to pass by Song Youwei's stall selling tofu.
Song Youwei was busy alone at the moment. She didn't see Mrs. Zhu next to her, and she didn't know where she went.
Lin Fengmian smiled and said, "Brother Wen, take a rest and I'll treat you to tofu."
He led Wen Qinlin and others over, smiled and approached Song Youwei and said, "Sister Youwei, why haven't you seen Aunt Zhu?"
Song Youwei rolled her eyes at him angrily and said, "It's not you who made my mother so angry that she fell ill and is recuperating at home."
Lin Fengmian rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, "This has nothing to do with me, right? I didn't say anything."
Song Youwei said nothing more, turned to look at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm here to eat your tofu."
Lin Fengmian took out a piece of broken silver and said with a smile: "Sister Youwei, give us a bowl of tofu each."
Song Youwei took the broken silver and immediately smiled, turning around to fill a bowl of bean curd for each of the four people.
Lin Fengmian looked at the astonishing curvature of her waist and couldn't help but secretly admired her, what a plump beauty.
Just as he was secretly admiring the beauty, Wen Qinlin's voice rang in his ears.
"Brother Lin, there is a demonic aura in this woman. Although it is very weak, it is indeed there."
Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat as he thought of the fragrance he smelled. Could it be a woman's fragrance?
Song Youwei turned around and brought a bowl of bean curd to each of them on a tray.
Lin Fengmian took a bite of the tofu, looked at Song Youwei and praised: "It still tastes the same as before, white enough, tender enough, and big enough!"
Song Youwei blushed, glared at him and said, "Don't talk too much. What does it mean to be old enough?"
"Of course it's a big portion! What else?" Lin Fengmian said seriously.
